Sharing Her

“I should’ve known this was too good to be true,” I groan, wracking my brain for a way out of this awful situation. Just then, I see someone walking toward me out of the corner of my eye: a dark, tall figure coming from the direction of the history building.

“Oh no,” I gasp, trying to duck behind a tree. What if it’s my dad?

“Abby?” the male voice calls out. “Abby Collins?”

I recognize the voice instantly. But it’s not my father’s voice.

I peek around the tree, blushing. “Professor Black?” I whisper.

He comes strolling over with a concerned expression on his handsome face. My heart starts to race as he looks me up and down. He raises an eyebrow and I start to make excuses.

“I-I was tricked. They said there was a party tonight but they lied. They locked me out,” I say hurriedly. “I didn’t do this on purpose!”

“You know, if your father was to catch you out here, you’d be in big trouble,” he says.

“I know, I know. But please don’t tell him. He’s so overprotective. He’d just make me move back home or something, and I’m eighteen! I need my freedom, you know?” I burst out, my lip trembling. “Please, please don’t tell my dad. I-I’ll do anything. I’ll do extra credit or whatever else you want, I swear.”

“Anything else?” Professor Black says coyly.

I nod vigorously, stepping closer to him. “Yes. Anything. Just don’t tell my dad.”

“Come with me,” he commands in a low growl. He drapes his coat over my shivering body and leads me back toward the history building. My heart is pounding. Is he taking me to my father? I’m almost too afraid to ask. But he takes me to a back entrance, quietly guiding me into the elevator to the third floor. It’s the same floor as my dad’s office, but to my surprise, he doesn’t take me to my dad. Professor Black leads me to a different room-- the Black Book Library. It’s a room I have never been inside, a small library of Professor Black’s rare and expensive book collection, which he donated to the school. It’s a beautiful room with wood floors, a leather armchair, a gorgeous mahogany desk, and shelves upon shelves of books lining every wall.

“Wow,” I murmur, looking around in awe. I turn to look back at my professor with confusion. “But why are we here?”

He walks up to me and takes my chin in his hand, peering into my face with those piercing blue eyes. I can hardly remember to breathe as he explains, “If you do as I say, I won’t tell your father about what you were doing tonight. Abby, you aren’t the same little girl you used to be. I would be a liar if I said I haven’t noticed. You’re turning into quite the beautiful young woman.” He looks me up and down appreciatively. I feel a flicker of that same old desire.

“What are you saying?” I ask, eyes wide.

He gives me a sly smile. “I’m saying that tonight, you are going to help me act out a fantasy of mine.” He walks over to the mahogany desk and opens a drawer, taking out a strip of black fabric. Professor Black comes back to me and ties the strip around my head, blindfolding me. I can hardly believe this is really happening.

“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper.

“My friend and I are going to fuck you. Right here in the library. With your father right down the hall. You will be quiet and do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?” he says coolly.

I nod. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good girl,” he replies. “Wait here.”

I hear him walk away and open the door, his footsteps heading down the hallway as I stand blindfolded and overwhelmed. This has to be a dream, right?

A few moments later, the door creaks open and two sets of footsteps enter the room. I hold my breath, not knowing what to expect. The door closes and I hear someone lock it.

“Who’s there?” I ask softly.

The next thing I know, there’s a hand clapped over my mouth. A tall, powerful body slides up behind me, smelling of cologne and cognac. Professor Black. I can sense him, his hands roving down my body, groping and caressing my breasts. I tremble, unable to comprehend what’s happening to me. A moment later, there’s another man in front of me. He smells and feels different, yet familiar. I can’t quite place it. I stand totally still while the second man leans in and presses his lips to mine. His hands cup my face as his tongue probes inside of my mouth. I’ve never been kissed before. The sensation of four hands touching me, the musky scent of two men pressing me between them, and the mystery man’s lips against mine is enough to make me weak in the knees. I go almost totally limp, with my professor holding me up from behind. I can feel something long and hard pressing against my bare ass, and I realize with a jolt it’s his cock.

Professor Black gropes my breasts through the thin lace of my bra, stroking my sensitive, perky nipples with his fingers. The mystery man in front of me has softer hands, moving slowly down my body, caressing my every curve. He slips a hand between my thighs, cupping my soft,aching mound in his palm. I feel a shiver of anticipation as he begins to gently stroke me through the lace of my panties, his fingers circling my clit while Professor Black squeezes my tits. I lean back against him and to my delight he begins kissing the ticklish, exposed flesh of my neck. I moan, starting to rock my body in tandem with the finger stroking my cunny.

Just when I think it can’t get any better, he hooks his finger under the fabric of my panties and yanks them aside so he can gently slide a a digit inside of my pussy. I gasp, shocked at the sensation of his finger delving inside my tight hole, expertly stroking at a deliciously pleasurable spot deep within me. He moves faster and faster, fucking my pussy with first one finger, then two, then three. It almost hurts as he stretches my tight little hole, but it feels so fucking good.

Professor Black smacks my ass hard, making me cry out. Again, a hand comes up to cover my mouth. “Shhh,” he growls in my ear. ?

??Don’t want your daddy to hear you.”

The mystery guy kneels down in front of me and tugs down my panties. I let him take them off, wondering what will happen next. But nothing could have prepared me for the sensation of a warm, wet mouth licking and sucking at my clit. I whimper and shake as he lifts one of my legs up over his shoulder, diving in and devouring my pussy while Professor Black nips and sucks my neck, his hands still roughly groping my breasts. The mystery man slides his finger back inside me, fucking my tight cunny while he plays with my clit. It’s not long before I’m coming, my whole body shuddering with the overwhelming pleasure.

“Good girl. Come all over his fingers,” my professor hisses in my ear. “Such a good little slut. How long have you wanted a man’s touch on your body? Tell me, Abby, have you touched yourself? Made yourself come?”